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He smiles and leans in again to kiss me. His hands run down my back and settle on my waist. He squeezes my hips, making me squirm against him. He pulls up my top and I shiver as his warm hands make contact with bare skin.

He skims his hands over my stomach and up my rips. His fingers graze over my bra. Growing impatient, I break the kiss and take my top off. I drop it to the floor and Zane's heated eyes fall on my breasts.

Prettily presented by my bra, he brushes his fingertips over the swell of my chest. He reaches behind me and deftly unhooks it. It drops from my chest and I slide my arms out, discarding it to the floor.

Zane kisses me again. Whilst his lips move against mine, he massages my breasts in his hands. He plays with my nipples until goosebumps break out on my arms. Eager to touch him, I begin undoing the buttons on his shirt.

When I finish opening it, I push the material aside and touch his chest. He shudders as I run my hands up and down, feeling his muscles. He takes his hands off of me for one moment, leaving me bereft as he takes off his shirt.

Once his torso is uncovered, his hands return to my chest. His tongue dances with mine as he pinches my nipples, making them hard and sensitive. My hands drop to his jeans and unbutton them. Like a child delving their hand into a cookie jar, I reach into his underwear to find my cookie.

Excitement builds in me as I wrap my fingers around his impressive length. So hot and hard in my hand. Zane grunts into my mouth and his cock twitches under my fingers. I stroke him back and forth, as much as the tight restraints of his underwear will allow.

Zane must sense my frustration, because he breaks the kiss to lower his jeans and boxers to his knees. This gives me plenty of room to stroke him. I pump my hand up and down, moving his foreskin in a steady rhythm.

Excitement in the form of pre-cum is leaking from the head. I spread it around with my thumb and stroke him faster.

His hands move down from my breasts, to my leggings. He pushes my hands away and then gently pushes on my shoulders, encouraging me to lie down on the sofa. Once I'm stretched out across the cushions, Zane slides my leggings down.

I lift my legs, letting him remove the clothing completely. He slides his hands up my thighs to my lacy thong. He meets my eyes and I nod silently. He removes my thong, exposing me completely to him.

I lay on the sofa, completely naked. Zane sits facing me, lust and awe on his face. He stands up and removes his jeans and boxers fully, leaving us both naked.

'Are you sure you wouldn't rather go to the bedroom?' I ask breathily, clenching my hands to resist the urge to cover myself.

Zane smiles and shakes his head. 'This is more fun and impulsive, don't you think?'

He has a point about the impulsiveness of it all. I honestly was not expecting this tonight. At least, not in my living room.

Zane shuffles down and his face draws close to my thighs. My breath catches in both surprise and anticipation of what he intends to do. He uses his hands to spread my legs wide for him. I don't have time to feel self-conscious, because his tongue drags up my sensitive folds and all thought leaves my mind.

I can't think, only feel. I close my eyes and savour the wicked things he does to me with his tongue. He worships me like no man has before. I don't know how long he is down there, contentedly eating me like I'm some gourmet meal.

He kisses my inner thighs, sucks on my labia and rubs my clit with his thumb whilst he pushes his tongue as deep as it will go inside me. It's like, to him, eating me out is a fine art. The pictures he paints with his mouth have my body quaking.

My voice is hoarse by the time he comes up for air. Four mind-blowing orgasms he has given me. I feel like my bones have turn to jelly and I can't move. I lay semi-comatose on the sofa, my body occasionally twitching with an aftershock.

'Lily?' His sexy voice murmurs close to my face. 'Are you okay?'

I manage to peel open my eyes and smile at him. 'On cloud 9,' I reply meekly.

Zane chuckles. 'Glad to hear it.'

He gives me a minute to recover, massaging my calves with his large hands. I manage to regain my strength and move to a sitting position. I slide onto the carpet and kneel between his legs. Zane's dark eyes watch me as I reach for his cock and lick my lips.

'Don't feel like you have to- oh!'

I cut off his reassurance. I don't need it. I want to please him how he pleased me. I've always enjoyed giving head, and Zane has the kind of taste that makes you want to keep getting more of it.

I squeeze him from his balls all the way to the top of his cock, trying to milk more pre-cum from him. I'm rewarded with a couple tangy drops. Zane grunts as I lick them lovingly from the head.

I take the time to work out what he likes. I make a mental note of what I'm doing, how fast I'm moving or how hard I'm squeezing every time he moans or gasps or his cock twitches. I work out that he likes his cock pointed at a certain angle away from his body. He likes me to grip it tightly and he likes it at a fast speed.

I combine all of the things I've learned and try to give him the best blowjob he's ever had. From the way his head falls back on the sofa, from the heated look in his eyes as he watches me, and from the way his hips buck and his hands grip my hair, I think he likes it.

'Lily,' he moans. 'Going to- oh, fuck.'

His cock pulses in my mouth. Seconds later, hot come hits the back of my throat. I wait until he has given me every drop before I swallow it all. I lick my lips and look up at him, full and satisfied.

'Shit,' he breathes and his head drops back again. 'That was-whoa, that was indescribable. How did you do that?'

I chuckle and get to my feet. I sit down on the sofa next to him and his arm snakes around my waist, instantly pulling me close.

'Give me a minute and we can do this properly,' he murmurs against my shoulder.

He kisses up to my neck. I lean back and let him do his thing. He plays with my breasts again as he gives me love bites. I don't mind them, it feels hot to have him suck on the most sensitive parts of my neck.

It takes him about a minute to recover. It's the fastest I've ever known a guy to bounce back from a blowjob. I straddle his waist and sink down on him, taking him inch by inch.

We make eye contact as he fills me up and something deep, deeper than this physical attraction, passes between us. We're both aware of it, but neither of us need to comment on it, knowing exactly what the other is feeling.

There is a silent agreement between us to do this again. And again. And again.

I ride Zane on my sofa, knocking off cushions with my bouncing. The material is perfect for springing me up and down and we make full use of the buoyancy. My breasts swing back and forth and Zane can't resist playing with them.

I come again and I fear that he will come with me, but he grits his teeth and manages to hold off. He surprises me by lifting me off his cock. He helps me to turn around and then guides me back down to sit on his cock with my back facing his front.

It's a different position and it takes me a moment to adjust, but we get into a rhythm pretty quickly. He thrusts upwards whilst I slide down and we meet in the middle every time, in perfect sync.

The position is his undoing. I clench around him as another orgasm ploughs through me and he can't hold it off this time. He pulls out last minute and releases across my back. I smile as I feel the hot liquid splatter across my spine.

'Sorry,' he says between breaths. 'I didn't know if you wanted me to come in you or not.'

'It's okay,' I reply. 'I've got an IUD.'

He chuckles and kisses my shoulder. 'Good to know for next time.'

I look coyly over my shoulder at him. 'Next time?'

He grins. 'Isn't there going to be a next time? I don't know what sex is like for you, but that was more than average in my opinion.'

'More than average? I'll accept that. And, hell yes, there is going to be a next time.'

'Come on, let's get cleaned up.'

I'm stood naked in my bathroom with a naked Zane behind me, wiping his semen off of my back. It's an incredibly intimate situation, but it doesn't feel at all weird with him. I think that says a lot.

He turns around and I spot the array of tattoos on his shoulders and backs. I only saw a glimpse of them in the living room. He stands still and lets me admire them. I run my fingers over them, tracing the patterns.

He turns around suddenly and catches my wrist, surprising me. He lifts my hand to his lips and kisses it.

'You have no idea how much I like you, Lily Wilson.'

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